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One such goddess, Freya, a Norse goddess during the middle ages, had the head of a cat and the body of a woman. In time, the cat became known for health, fortune, and marriage. To have many cats meant you were very lucky.The Giza, the pyramids, how they stood tall, her approach to this place had been a long one; sitting on her haunches her eyes stared across the sands. The hot sun, felt nice, it was home; the phoenix in her brimmed with joy to the heat. This side of her enjoying the harsh heat her genetics making her more sustained in hot terrain. She grew up on a desert most of her life with her family among her peers living off the land. All her brothers and sisters of the X.E.T.A fold having their very compound in the middle of the desert of a dying planet in the future. Radiation grew strong and even these famous structures were in rubble. Although, they lasted millennia more after the apocalypse.

Out of the many things she had seen this is one that she had not. Resting on the stairs of the Giza she placed her elbow on her knee placing her hand on her cheek as she stared out at the sands. Watching them roll and move, being on this earth, this world. Lost, without avail, she had made one ally but for how long would that last? How would she create Ocean? She needed cash, only time and exposure would grant it. Calculations, architecture, she knew what she wanted and she had to get there. Then again, there was the other little problem where her programming was taking over. Her emotions were not as important, relying on her form one strategies because her astral was no longer present in her auras. Only relying on her observations and instincts to be a capable warrior. Years of training and two wars made her a formidable foe. She would not go down that easy, she knew her surroundings and was always contemplating potential get aways.

Part of her ached to go home, she did not know where she would go from here. There was no sense of direction and she seen how time streamed by her. The long blue waters moving, xeno-perception the only remnants that remained. Being able to see beyond, she blinked staring at the grains of sand. Long strands of black hair brushed against her high cheekbones as her full lips parted breathing out. Her foot steps in the sand being brushed away by a long sweep of wind. Diamond carbonate boots borne deeper into the ground as her elbows pressed onto her knees making deeper imprints. Graphene spider-silk outfit clad across her figure donning her curves as it was all black and cleverly hugging her feminine attributes. Black finger-less gloves rested on her fingrs as her hands were cupped as she hugged either knee staring at the ground. Jacket zipped up the middle to hr neck, a simple collar propped, no hood. Sai's long black hair brushing past her breasts as she scanned and stared. Part of her said something was going to happen, she knew this. Slowly she stood, allowing her instinct to guide her. Relying on the form one attributes, what she grew up with, but her keen form two sensibility remained. Emotion, thought, and morality burning in her plight.

Left hand reached to the right, grasping a blade, four foot long in a glimmering polished sheathe a six winged phoenix cusping on the hilt waiting; listening, something. Oh yes something, maybe? Hell, she could just be paranoid for all she knew ....

The doctors had told Travis that there was someone in this part of the world that might be able to help him. They also told him that he should not get his hopes up. Travis had stopped doing that years ago. His life had become nothing more than going from one appointment to the next without much of anything in between. He had become devoid of anything even resembling a social life. After all, people were rather put off by his appearance even though he had become quite accustomed to it. The suit that gave him his powers did not come off and he it was not easy to hide, though he did try using a bowler had and a trench coat.

The air was hot and dry though Travis could not tell one way or the other because his new skin prevented something as subtle as that from being felt. He missed it more then he would have ever understood before. How could something as simple as feeling the wind on your cheek be so missed?

Even though Travis had come to Africa in order to see a doctor specializing in something, the exact name for the study had been forgotten by him, he had arrived a few days early. After all, it was not every day that he got to go to Africa so he decided to take in some of the sites, namely the Pyramid of Giza. The sand shifted under foot as Travis made his way along, having separated from the tour group that he had come along with. A small boy had been asking his mother questions about Travis and while the mother had tried to get the boy to be quiet and not make a scene, but like all boys he continued to ask questions louder then he probably realized. He could not blame the boy but it was still hard to take and he figured it would just be best if he left.

Walking around the backside of the pyramid, Travis found that moving in the sand was more tedious then he had original expected. Taking a quick look around at his surroundings, he decided that it would not be a terrible idea to speed this walk up by just a little bit. And, given how long he had been walking the tour group had most likely already left for town so there by no longer being part of the problem. Travis took this moment to remove his trench coat and hat and lay them on the ground and began to do exactly what the suit that was fashioned to his skin allowed him to do. The powers were fun, or at least interesting to use, however the suit which made him so visible different from everyone around him was not fun. Travis would be more than happy to be rid of that.

The sand still shifted beneath his feet but it was a little bit better now. Continuing on his way, Travis rounded the corner of the pyramid. It was that he knew this would not be a regular day. It was odd how a day so beautiful could also be full of so much oddness.

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People, the sounds of voices weren't to far off from the opening of the pyramid. How did she get there? She traveled by foot, she was fit to adapt, her x-cells would make her body promote more water if necessary. Her need to eat was less likely, she could hardly get drunk, it was quite a down fall. Although, she wasn't sure no longer about poisons or cancers. It made her curious how much this world had truely changed her. The things she could do compared to what she could do now it only made her question. She Needed to Test Herself. Saileyra rolled her shoulders, her wings inside the folds of her muscles i her back contorted uncomfortably. To not be able to fly anymore, her wings some fucking decoration.

It would be of use to practice, to try to use them, eventually. But for now? She had to figure out what her capabilities were. ..She didn't even draw Xetakka' yet, Sai's fingers across from her hip gently stroked at the blade. It was no longer the same either, it didn't breathe as it did. There was no choirs, it would only scream like the Xetaken's of her younger brethren. It was okay, she would deal with these changed. Dissapointment ran deep into her core. Part of her wanted to ask the gods why, why was she stripped what she worked so hard for. Why to be so close yet so far from a form one? To be instinctual and observational..yet so, so torn to her emotions.

Gaurded, she heard the crunching of the sand across from her. Soft foot steps it seemed, turning she glanced to find herself looking at an interesting male. He was six two, he seemed to be not so heavy. He looked to be almost adamantium. She scanned him, the peopel of this world..some of them different. Some of them not the same, she wondered if he wanted to help, be part of O.C.E.A.N. Who knew, but he didn't seem evil..at least he didn't act evil. The people he was with weren't screaming they weren't tortured. So it made sense that he had some sense, her intelligence served her, gave her indication. Yet this fucker was tall, and her curiousity made her surge.

Looking to the edge of the pyramid she noticed not every point was even, she stretched her limbs. Toes bent knee straight, she did some calve stretches. In moments, she jumped, eighty feet high she landed on the side of the pyramid. She jumped again, same radius, utilizing her acrobatics she scaled that fucking side of the pyramid! Top speed, 40 MPH, she felt the burn on her thighs but she knew she could get to the top. Eventually, she did do just that. Saileyra stopped at the top her body like spiderman on the awkward broken tip. Her feet holding herself up on either side of the uneven rocks skillfully.

Waving her hands, the woman wanted this tall guys attention! Was was he so tall? What made him this way? So many questions. "Hey! You!" She shouted, trying to get information, "Do you know what year it is?!" She shouted to him, trying to get his attention. Hell, he might not have heard her. Glancing to her hip she reached to the blade, in seconds it screamed the sound echoed over the hills. Xetallum shimmered from the core as it made a loud sound the blade drawing right in front of her as she stood atop the pyramid wondering if he would be able to see her..this was a curious event. Climbing the pyramids to talk to a really..really tall guy. It made her wonder, could he fucking shrink too?!

Travis did not get to grow to his full height very often in New York City. People would often assume that he was a villain or the monster of the week and it was not hard to see why given the destruction that had befallen the city due to metahuman activity. Still, he did not like being seen as nothing more than Godzilla’s new playmate or something like that. It would not even matter what Travis did. He would also be considered nothing more than a monster, even if he went out of his way to save, protect, and help the people that surrounded him. He would always just be seen as a really big guy.

It was kind of nice standing next to the pyramids though. They towered over Travis and made him forget that he was something different from the standard person on this world. That is, until he heard some sort of shouting to his right. Turning his head, Travis looked to the top of the pyramid and searched for the source of the noise but the sun prevented him from seeing anything. He raised his right silver hand in an attempt to stave off some of the harsh solar radiation that flooded his vision. It was an odd thing for Travis, while his skin was almost completely immune to outside influence his eyes were basically the same. At least he did not need glasses anymore.

The shouting was almost incomprehensible and even with Travis’ great size the distance from the source was still too great. “What did you say? I didn’t understand that,” He yelled back to the source, louder than he had actually intended. The giant man, while at full height, had a booming voice that could normally be heard quite clearly over a great distance, having a supersized voice box helped, and was a little deeper than normal.

Travis waited and listened for any sort of response. It was hard to say what might happen next in the coming moments. Perhaps, he had gotten to large or too close to the pyramids and the local government was issuing a warning or maybe it was a super villain looking for a new weapon of mass destruction and thought Travis could be just that. Anything seemed like it could be possible in this day and age. Then he saw a glint of some sort of metal.

“You’re not going to shoot at me are you? I’ll let you know now that at this size I’ve had bigger things just bounce off me,” Travis again yelled. He did not think the person would shoot something at him but stranger things were known to happen, especially when confronted with something like a giant.

This guy, he was huge, apparent the only vulnerable point was his eyes because the sun off the sword seemed to irritate it. Blinking, she stood straight her legs hyper extended as her blade came to rest on her shoulder. The blade glinted slightly, the radiation seeping off the blade into the air causing an eerie array of colors. As wind brushed against the blade it kept screaming and howling. It cried to be sunken into, he was tall, very powerful it seemed. She was curious, maybe too fucking curious; heard him talk.

It was loud, she readjusted her footing so she was not so much lopsided as she adjusted she planted her footing so he would speak to her. Wind concentrated, the wind from his voice causing the blade to radiate scream against the wind loudly in return. Howling almost like a sheer high pitch tone, radiation seeped from the blade blazing about her. Yet, it didn't phase her, she had been exposed to this for so long the x-cells in her body adapted in seconds to it. But, she made out what he had said. Hell, she knew where to aim if she had to shoot him.

But, it wouldn't be a really fair matching considering how tall he was and how limited she was. Then again, how limited was she? TIlting her head she scanned him, looking to the way he spoke again. Was she going to shoot him? He was reading her mind at the current moment. The violent side of her wanted to it wasn't like her could hear her anyway. Kneeling down low, much like spider man would on a pillar her eyes scanned him staring. "I would like to." She said in reply, wondering if his hearing was just as good as his vocal chords. "You seem like a fun opponent." Bright magenta eyes scanned him as she wondered if he could hear her. SHe was shouting, but who knew; she really didn't have any cool super powers and the like just intelligence and a knack for fighting...

Who knew, she wanted to see him swing down on her, she really wanted to see if she could keep up, maybe. This wasn't the first time she had fought something out of her league, there was only one way to find out. Standing straight, the woman atop the pyramid aimed. The gun sword arced high, across from her as the barrel lined from the two impact pistols. With one pull of the trigger, the soundless shot ascended, the projectile aimed straight for his face. Millions of piecies of star diamond shrapnel would lacerate in his direction. ISM, a stellar diamond, crafted from diamond ore in the galaxy. Foreign, futuristic, stronger than adamantium and sharper than fullerite of earth. it was maybe one of the strongest metals that would be in this universe. Hopefully, he got the idea, hell, hopefully he heard her.

The person on top of the pyramid moved again, possibly kneeling down or getting low, something to that extent, and said something. Travis could not tell what had been said since the person was still the same distance away and out of his earshot. Still holding his hand in front of his face, he decided that he would wait just a little longer. Figuring out whether this was all some sort of not that funny joke or something else. One could never be too careful in these days and times.

Then, all at once, everything happened.

The person stood in an elaborate fashion and raised the metallic object high in the air. Without a sound something small made impact with Travis’ hand and cut deep. Recoiling from the sensation, he closed his eyes and grimaced and not a second later more objects, still small, came into contact with his silvery blue face. Slicing into his skin, if he had been on a human scale the attack would have been much more damaging but at the moment all it did was cause pain and irritation. If it had not been for the hand that had been raised to shield his eyes from the sun the projectiles could have shot into his eyes and been a real problem.

It took a moment for Travis to come to his senses; after all this had been the first time he had been hurt to any extent in the past few years. The last time being when he had been hit by a truck not too long after he had been changed. This was serious. If this person could hurt him then there was reason to believe this person could do so again and if that was the case the Travis could be in serious trouble. Thinking fast, Travis decided that he would fight to stay alive, if for no other reason, because even if he was not happy about having a strange new skin he did not want to die.

Moving forwards and climbing the steps of the pyramid, Travis made to run at the person before him. This would either be really stupid or really useful but given his lack of combat training it was hard to say at the moment. The one advantage to his size, though, was the added speed in his footsteps, practically propelling at high speeds to the person. Once Travis was close enough he would raise his arm high above his head and swing down on the being in an attempt to crush them, figuring he might as well take advantage of his size.

The projectiles launched her eyes focused, her adrenaline surged because she knew she fired at the guy. Wether or not he knew what she had said before, she was capable..was she? Doubt, it filled her, so many human emotions she had never felt before. Due to the limitations, lack of power, she did see him every movement of his body. Thank you Xeno Perception, yet he looking at his hand how his power had made him not so phased by it. Super skin of some sort, hell, a kick from her wouldn't do shit to him then.

Fear? Not so much, anticipation, she bent low, watching him run. Travis was fast, faster than she could imagine. Was she fast enough to react? Yes, her reflexes were amazing, she jumped as his hand came above his head. Her average jump height reaching 80 feet she circled high above head. Utilizing her back legs she turned the blade arched downwards. Landing her form took to his forearm as it landed down. She took off in a straight run, her blade digging into his skin as she ran up, slicing along the fore arm at the same time. Then she'd jump again careful if the other hand would come across and squash her. Turning she would jump again spinning in the air.

Once she span she shouted in his direction, "I just wanna have some fun! I don't wanna kill you!" She knew he couldn't hear her. She was intelligent it helped her in the long run. But at this point in the air she had to be at least sixty feet high up falling back down as she said this. Turning, she would actually hit the sand shoulder first rolling across it. She had an average jump of eighty feet so one could assume the fall didn't hurt her at all. Like a cat she rolled in the dirt. Waiting for his turn, she was keeping up? A sense of pride came over her as she darted to the right running creating distance her body scaling up the broken pyramid.